Clark Street.

I seem to be having these sporadic missing time experiences. Perhaps it’s from sleep deprivatio. Or maybe brain degradation. Or possibly generalized atrophy disorder. One moment, I am walking south on Clark Street. The very same Clark Street I have walked along each and every day of my life. Maybe the only street I have ever walked on in my life. And I’m trying to make it to the bank, to the one bank with an ATM that dispenses cash without asking for anything in return. I hope that one day I can be like this ATM.

But that is a problem other than the one I am trying to describe. This walk on Clark Street to get cash,, for what I seem to have forgotten. I know I need it. I need some cash for something. And I hope I will find that something along my walk. But it was not very long before I had a realization that I was Clark Street without any sense of l how I got there. I must have been doing something earlier that led to this walk. I could not just have materialized here out of nowhere, I don’t think.

And was that you who was waving to me from your car and was it me who was waving back? Or was that somebody else? I was thinking such thoughts when I noticed I had strayed from my path, even though I was still on Clark Street. Was I walking north or south? How long had I been walking? Was I far from home? Which home? And which city is that home?

Eventually I found my bearings but they were not at the bank and they were not at home and they were not on Clark Street. They were somewhere in between, I guess, if there is such a pace. if there is such a place.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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